God, he was taking you in, you voting right along with him." "I know," Mr, Munn said gloomily. "Trying to take us all in," Mr. Christian continued, "giving a party up there in that big house a dope fiend's money built, and patting us on the back and pouring out the likker. By God, it makes a man want to puke. What does he think I am? Is a man a hog to come to his holler because he slopped him? I ask you now, am I a whore to unbutton just because I see a five-dollar bill? Hell, no! and it's all the same whether it's in a feather bed or behind the barn. Whether he's rich or poor, it don't matter to me. And there's hams in my smokehouse better'n the bastard ever put on his table, and flour in the flour barrel, and whisky on the shelf, and no woman I drove dope-crazy built my house. Hell, no, my folks built it, and ain't a joist slipped yet, nor a rafter sagged." "Good-bye/5 the Captain said, and put out his hand. "I think Til go out home/' They shook hands with him. His face, Mr. Munn noticed, even in the dim light, was pale and drawn. As he walked away toward the bright square of the doorway, his figure seemed to have lost some of its erectness, and his step seemed less firm. Mr. Munn nodded after him, saying, " This'll hurt him. He thought something of Tolliver." "Yeah," Mr. Christian grunted. He was studying Mr. Munn's face, Then he asked, " Well, what are you gonna do now?" "I don't know," Mr. Munn said. "I don't know what to do." *' I know what to do." "What?" Mr. Munn demanded. " Naw," Mr. Christian said, " naw. Not today." He sud- denly stepped directly in front of Mr. Munn, and seized him by the shoulder, and stared into his face. "You come out to mj house tomorrow night And I'll tell you. You come and spend the night" Mr, Munn nodded slowly, abstractedly.